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G U I L T Y.  U N D E R.  P L E A S U R E.
¤Ω¤The Promised Neverland¤Ω¤
Written by ErmozaWatt

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The following day after having sex on the grass hills of the Grace Field House, Emma had woken up in her bed wearing another set of clothes. What transpired after her last orgasm was left to pure assumptions. Norman had carried her back to her bedroom and was probably making breakfast for the little ones.

Emma dressed herself back to the role of being the mama of the orphanage. Even though last night left a satisfaction within the depths between her inner thighs, her features shadowed into a grim reminder of what was destined today. The calendar on the wall of her office was notice enough.

Phillis was to be shipped off today. He was the little one who was barely recovering from his nightmares after coming across that horror story a few weeks ago. Emma dropped a fist against the wall and rested her forehead atop the calendar. “Phillis,” she whispered and thought of once again forcing the false smiles like every special day of ‘adoption’.

After a few minutes, she composed herself into a figure mother of lies. She first welcomed the newborns. Fed them before making her way downstairs where everyone was sitting down to start off breakfast. The kids greeted Emma with waves and others hugs. If only this orphanage was indeed one.

“Emma,” came the matured voice of Norman. She turned to see him carrying a few plates. He was wearing the usual white shirt, tie, beige vest and white trousers. The scenery was all too familiar from that of when she was eleven. She had found out about the truth of this world and was horrified watching her mother Isabella, acting like nothing happened after shipping off Conny the previous night. Eleven-year-old Norman had simply said, smile.

So, older Emma followed the advice. "Good morning, Norman," Emma greeted with a smile.

Death was the fate her children faced whenever Emma let go of their hands and turned away, only to hear a quick scream and the puncture of a flower inside their chest. Phillis had been dealing with scary stories and Emma could only lie to him that they weren’t true; that they didn’t exist.

Norman was acting calm knowing well that Phillis was about to be shipped off today. If only Norman’s plan was a bit further ahead to conduct the attack against the demons.

Breakfast was filled with various talks and laughs amongst themselves. Emma rested her chin atop her hands and watched them eat well. The food they ate was no different from them and it sickened her a bit. The situation was quite ironic; a cycle of prey versus predator.

Laughter burst at the table on her right. She turned her eyes to look at the small commotion, her head leaning to her right a bit but not fully.

Norman was laughing with the children, then smiled before turning to glance at Emma. They caught each other's gaze, then together watched Phillis seating at Emma’s table.

"Mama," called out Rosalina, a five-year-old child. She was sitting on her table, two chairs down from the left side of her table. Emma stood up and walked up to her.

"Got yourself dirty again?" Emma said, stooping to clean Rosalina’s' collar with a napkin.

The day proceeded on and to her surprised Norman had not left like the usual. "Why are you still here?" Emma asked, confused while washing the dishes. Norman walked next to her, placed his glass of water to the side and folded his sleeves up to his elbows.

"Let me help you scrub," he said. Emma moved to the left to allow him space to scrub the remaining dishes. They were alone in the kitchen and the kids were outside spending time with Phillis. "I was told to see one of the kids get shipped off," he said quietly. "They want to test my loyalty as I haven't seen a child get killed... If they only knew I was there to find Conny dead when we were little."

Emma washed the plate, then dried her hands on a dry towel. She tapped her fingers on the edge of the sink. Then watched Norman scrub the remaining dishes quietly. Everything felt wrong. This silence. This tranquility. Everything was messing with her mind. The guilt was resurfacing and she ran a hand through her hair.

Norman looked down at her as she rubbed her eyes with her fingers. “Emma?” he said.

Emma took a deep breath. "I feel like I'm losing myself. I feel like I can't take this any longer." Emma rubbed her temples with the heels of her palms. "Who have I become? What have we become? Little Phillis is getting shipped off and he trusts me with his life." Emma looked up at Norman. “Please tell me the plan is near finish.”

"We’re almost there. Just bear it for a little longer," he whispered.

"I don't think I could bear another," she confessed, her voice breaking. "If only I could blind myself of the truth."

“Haven’t we been doing that?” Norman washed his hands to get rid of the soap. Emma stopped and saw him straddle her against the kitchen sink, raising her leg off the ground and hooking it on his arm to reveal her soft hip.

"What are you doing? Are you even hearing me?" Emma said in frustration, grabbing his arms. "One of the kids could come in at any second," she warned while glancing at the opened door.

"You’re panicking and you need to remain composed. Let me ease you a bit," he said firmly, blue eyes staring directly at hers. “The kids are busy playing outside.”

"You think this is going to help?" she said quietly. "The kids are-"

"What did I tell you last night?" Norman said and he slid his wet fingers up her hips which caused a shiver through her legs. Emma clutched his arm as he slid his fingers inside her underwear and reached to stroke her clit.

The mere stroke didn't cause a stir in her. But the way Norman dranked briefly from his glass of water, then leaned his head down to take her lips like a thirst had swept in him, stirred that desire and life. She drank the water inside him, some of it dripping out of her mouth and down her chin.

To forget this truth and be blinded by the lies was Emma's wish. Her fingers traveled to his nape and white hair, begging for comfort. Norman's built created a safe haven from the terror yet slightly frightened and astounded her. Norman was no longer openly sweet with anyone like he used to be ever since he found out about the demons. The truth left Norman cold and distant at times.

He took Emma's neck with eager taste as he continued to stroke Emma's clit beginning to feel wet and smooth. "Ray knows of us," he started off and leaned his face away from hers, running his hand under her dress and grabbing her ass with his left hand.

"He knows?" The information made her insides quiver in a dirty desire. She felt Norman's long index finger move to swipe on her vagina. That area was wet and added lubrication to her clit.

Emma moaned and closed her eyes when he swiped his wet finger up to roll it on her clit. A warm temperature hit the right nerves. Emma sighed in peace, feeling the peaks overtake her in waves, to the point she was rolling her hips. "What he say?" Emma barely voiced out with her eyes closed.

She heard sudden quiet footsteps from her right and before she opened her eyes she felt lips on her own. The way those lips devoured her in a familiar way startled her. She opened her eyes and saw Ray leaned in front of her beside Norman who still held her.

"Ray?"

"Isn't this lovely," Ray said and carressed her cheeks. His dark eyes caressing her with love.

The idea that both men, both her childhood friends she trusted more than anything in the world, were standing here in front of Emma's most vulnerable state excited her. The build up rose quickly in her inner thighs causing her to part her lips, furrow her eyebrows and sway her hips.

In an instant, both Ray and Norman watched her, daring her to climax as Ray kneaded and fondled with her left breast and left ass. "You guys," Emma quietly whined.

She felt both their tongues and lips suck and lick her neck. Ray's was more soft and intimate. Norman was more passionate and breathtaking. Too much stimulation and she climaxed, legs twitching on Norman's hold and twitching throughout her entire body like a worm. They held her and made sure they didn't buttheads with Emma knowing her sort of orgasm.

"We shouldn't be doing this here," Emma advised after returning from her high. They usually did this at night. "Come on, Norman." She grabbed his hand that held her leg up. "Ray."

"You're right," Ray said, and Norman let go of her leg gently. Emma fixed herself to look presentable, glancing at the window revealing a bright day.

Ray darted his hand towards Norman’s shoulder. "Hand me your finger, Norman." Norman removed his hands away from under the faucet. Ray took Norman's finger and sniffed it. "The smell is strong." Ray swirled his tongue on Norman's finger and sucked it until nothing was left.

Emma forgot Ray had a cum fetish. Before Emma took a step out of the kitchen, Ray grabbed her shoulder. "Emma," he said.

Emma looked at him and knew what he wanted. She could smell it from up here. Her juices still dripped out her vagina. “Okay,” Emma said. “Just do it quickly before any of the kids come--Norman keep watch for any kids,” Emma told Norman who nodded knowingly.

Emma took a seat on a chair and lifted her skirt. Ray grabbed her legs and placed them on his shoulder, before running his lips to business. Emma trembled from the sensitivity. Ray’s lips ran on her sensitive clit, building that want once again. “I thought you said you were going to clean me off,” Emma said, feeling Ray squeeze her thighs.

Ray licked off her cum from her vagina and dared to thrust his tongue inside. Emma released a breath, grabbing a hold of Ray’s black hair.

Ray sniffed her light pubic hairs, his face plastered on her privates. He groaned when his nose got wet from her juices.

With half-lidded eyes, Emma turned to watch Norman watching them from the door. His arms were folded to his chest. His gaze was intense and unwavering.

Emma blushed. Norman took noticed. He licked his lips, turned his chin slightly up to look down at her with a smirk that melted her heart.

“Mama?” called out the familiar voice of Phillis.

Emma’s eyes widen at the sight of Phillis standing outside the opened door with his plushy.

Ray tensed under Emma’s legs.

Norman had really done it, and Emma scolded herself for forgetting that danger was what excited Norman the most.

The thirst to forget won her over and had now turned its cards against her. This is what happened when she was thirsty under pleasure.

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Thank you for reading.
ErmozaWatt:)